My Friend, Do not despair,
Have faith in hands of the master,
He lets the beautiful Flower wither,
So a new fruit can come to bear,
He lets the tempting fruit to dry,
So its seed may fall to earth,
Hence from this seed grows a tree of life,
Through which will live,
The flower and the fruit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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